John wins

Leanne held her breath as she watched the white smash into the black ball and send it hurtling towards the corner pocket. Time seemed to stand still, everything frozen except the pool balls. She could just hear the noise of Kirsty and Burt fucking in the background. After what seemed like forever the black slowly reached the pocket and dropped safely inside.

"Fuuuuck!" screamed Leanne dejectedly. She turned to face her victor, who unsurprisingly had a wide grin on his face.

"Looks like I win," he beamed, practically licking his lips as he looked the young girl up and down. "And you know what that means?"

"I have to do a forfeit," came the solemn reply. Leanne could only imagine the kind of things John was planning to do with her. Although she did get herself a little excited wondering what he might suggest.

"Anything I want, right?" asked the pub landlord.

"Yup. That was the bet," answered Leanne. She was trying to keep smiling but was a little dejected about losing. Plus he wasn't exactly her first choice for a fuck tonight. He probably wasn't even in the top five. But she'd got herself in this situation so she might as well at least have some fun with it. Besides, it was someone new to play with and from what she'd seen of the bulge in his pants she wasn't going to be too disappointed. She did like her men 'experienced' after all.

"So what's it gonna be, Johnny?" she asked as she stood hands on hips. "What do you want to do with me?"